"Bogus" lyrics
YN Jay & Babyfxce E Lyrics
[YN Jay:]
(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
Press that button, you ain't never gotta stop
Never stop recordin'
This what we do
This what we fuckin' do
Bitch
Ayy
Don't ever press that space bar 'cause I'ma keep goin'
I'm Like a plant in the ground, I just keep growin'
Damn, I got more bullets in my clip, I'm finna keep blowin'
Feel like Michigan in the winter, it just keep snowin'
You ran off on your main mans, you know that shit was bogus
You hit your best friend bitch, you know that shit was bogus
Tried to pass me boo-boo weed, you know that shit was bogus
You shot the crib up, hit a kid, you know that shit was bogus
Boy, you should die for that
I got my first rap check and bought ice with that
The police took my CPL, I want my license back
The drank knock me out first round like a Tyson match
Damn
Bought a ten milli', took your life with that
These drugs beatin' my ass so bad, I can't even fight it back
I'm passin' out on stage
I used to think, it made me think about my conscious days
I can't forget, when I wake up, I gotta grind today
Even if it's dark here, somewhere around the world, the sun still gon' shine today
I ain't know how to make it out, but I found a way
I'm in the dark reachin' for guns, I just found a K
If I said this shit on the floor, it's on the ground today
Put a flash on the ARP, I'm finna blind your face
Told a bitch, "You is not a ten, but you a nine or eight
No, you a six, seven"
6-7, damn, I feel like Skrilla
Look in his eyes, you can tell that he a fuckin' killer
Look at my eyes, you can tell I'm finna fuckin' steal her
So many Avirex and Pelle, you can tell I love the winter
But I don't like the cold
Plain jane cool, but I like it froze, I like ice on it
I walked in and said, "Bitch," I had a Mike moment
Her ass flat like pool table, I threw dice on it
[Babyfxce E:]
I left some cheese around just to see if it's gon' have mice on it
You polluted the drank, nigga, because your ice melted
That nigga Tay said, "Ride with somebody else if you gon' have pipe on you"
I'ma tote this bitch until I die, that's how my life go
I got twenty-five on me now, but that's a light roll
Flint niggas in the Atlantic booth, we finna leave the mic broke
It ain't used to gettin' talked to like that
Hit 'em with a nice jab, hit first, don't fight back
I drove the E-lade down to Flint, but took a flight back
You gon' let a nigga hold your stick with your nice ass
Wanna see my FN? I'ma just show it to you
I'ma just hold it to you, no, you cannot tote it, nigga
ARP, super safety, it got shoulders on it
That mean it really sack shit, it's not no quarterback
Ever since that I got rich, I pop my shit, I know they mad
The real field is not six-on-six, don't got no shoulder pads
Huh, the Lafayette, it knock the odor back
Five hundred for the pack, you can even smell the bag
Y'all the type of niggas not say shit, I'ma tell his ass
I don't give a fuck who it is, I ain't not no scary-cat
The wide-body keep runnin' from the boys, it's a scary 'Cat
Hoes was finna fight, but they like, "Fuck it, we can share his ass"
I came Rich Depressed Kids, nigga, y'all ain't wearin' that
They seen the muzzle flash and was like, "I thought that was Barry ass"
Last name Allen
I came California king, I remember pallet
She just want me to beat her down, I'm finna give her mallet
All that nigga drink is green, we gon' call him salad
I keep a gun in kitchen cabinet
(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
Press that button, you ain't never gotta stop
Never stop recordin'
This what we do
This what we fuckin' do
Bitch
Ayy
Don't ever press that space bar 'cause I'ma keep goin'
I'm Like a plant in the ground, I just keep growin'
Damn, I got more bullets in my clip, I'm finna keep blowin'
Feel like Michigan in the winter, it just keep snowin'
You ran off on your main mans, you know that shit was bogus
You hit your best friend bitch, you know that shit was bogus
Tried to pass me boo-boo weed, you know that shit was bogus
You shot the crib up, hit a kid, you know that shit was bogus
Boy, you should die for that
I got my first rap check and bought ice with that
The police took my CPL, I want my license back
The drank knock me out first round like a Tyson match
Damn
Bought a ten milli', took your life with that
These drugs beatin' my ass so bad, I can't even fight it back
I'm passin' out on stage
I used to think, it made me think about my conscious days
I can't forget, when I wake up, I gotta grind today
Even if it's dark here, somewhere around the world, the sun still gon' shine today
I ain't know how to make it out, but I found a way
I'm in the dark reachin' for guns, I just found a K
If I said this shit on the floor, it's on the ground today
Put a flash on the ARP, I'm finna blind your face
Told a bitch, "You is not a ten, but you a nine or eight
No, you a six, seven"
6-7, damn, I feel like Skrilla
Look in his eyes, you can tell that he a fuckin' killer
Look at my eyes, you can tell I'm finna fuckin' steal her
So many Avirex and Pelle, you can tell I love the winter
But I don't like the cold
Plain jane cool, but I like it froze, I like ice on it
I walked in and said, "Bitch," I had a Mike moment
Her ass flat like pool table, I threw dice on it
[Babyfxce E:]
I left some cheese around just to see if it's gon' have mice on it
You polluted the drank, nigga, because your ice melted
That nigga Tay said, "Ride with somebody else if you gon' have pipe on you"
I'ma tote this bitch until I die, that's how my life go
I got twenty-five on me now, but that's a light roll
Flint niggas in the Atlantic booth, we finna leave the mic broke
It ain't used to gettin' talked to like that
Hit 'em with a nice jab, hit first, don't fight back
I drove the E-lade down to Flint, but took a flight back
You gon' let a nigga hold your stick with your nice ass
Wanna see my FN? I'ma just show it to you
I'ma just hold it to you, no, you cannot tote it, nigga
ARP, super safety, it got shoulders on it
That mean it really sack shit, it's not no quarterback
Ever since that I got rich, I pop my shit, I know they mad
The real field is not six-on-six, don't got no shoulder pads
Huh, the Lafayette, it knock the odor back
Five hundred for the pack, you can even smell the bag
Y'all the type of niggas not say shit, I'ma tell his ass
I don't give a fuck who it is, I ain't not no scary-cat
The wide-body keep runnin' from the boys, it's a scary 'Cat
Hoes was finna fight, but they like, "Fuck it, we can share his ass"
I came Rich Depressed Kids, nigga, y'all ain't wearin' that
They seen the muzzle flash and was like, "I thought that was Barry ass"
Last name Allen
I came California king, I remember pallet
She just want me to beat her down, I'm finna give her mallet
All that nigga drink is green, we gon' call him salad
I keep a gun in kitchen cabinet
